“Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat.
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture,
not even the best.
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.”
—Walt Whitman, Song of Myself: 5
We want you, God, more than power, more
than coffee or green tea, more than joy, more
than life.
We want you, Yeshua, more than peace, more than control,
more than control.
Please God, let us want you more
than control.
And let us want you more than orthodoxy and creativity and excitement,
more we want to be right.
Let us want you more than restored relationship , happiness and success,
more than justice.
More, even,
than truth.
WE WANT you MORE THAN YOUR FRUIT.
Come Father. May this be true for us.
